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Awake, arise, and greet the dawning day

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #38b (1920) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: Awake, arise, and greet the dawning day, See, on the hills, the morning beams are shed; Wipe from your eyes the tears of grief away, For lo, the Christ is risen, Who was dead. Awake, arise, nor seek the empty tomb, He is not there, Who died by cruel men; But, as the sun that rises from the gloom, He hath arisen, nor sets in night again. 39 Woeful the day when sin and death assailed, Day died at noon, and hope despairing fled; Long was the night, but morning hath prevailed, Sin is o'erthrown, and death itself is dead. Awake, arise, and as the angel throng Welcomed the Christ on earth, in weakness born, Break into praise, and with triumphant song Welcome the dawning of a fairer morn. Languages: English

Christ hath left the dismal tomb

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #39 (1920) Meter: 7.8.7.6 Lyrics: Christ hath left the dismal tomb;-- Glory, Glory, He is risen; Like a cloud hath passed the gloom, As a dream, the prison. From the Cross they bore Him there, Torn and bleeding, and they wound Him In soft linen white and fair, And sweet fragrance round Him. Christ hath left the dismal tomb;-- Glory, glory, death is lying In the everlasting gloom, From the conflict dying. And His weeping followers came From their hiding, and they sought Him, Whither loving hands, in shame, Sad and sorrowing, brought Him. 40 Christ hath left the dismal tomb;-- Glory, glory, He is risen; Death has heard the voice of doom In the empty prison. And they sought the living there; Weeping eyes, the morn is waking; With the light give wings to care, Night and death forsaking. Languages: English

The gate of life stands wide

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #40 (1920) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.6 Lyrics: The gate of life stands wide, For Christ hath entered in; Now fearless mount the upward path, Nor dread the power of sin; For sin and death are slain By Him Who rose again. 'Twas on the Cross He died, And death a victory won; Short-lived as night that flies before The rising of the sun; For death by Christ was slain, Who died to live again. The might of sin prevailed,-- Its cruel hate and scorn; It drove the cruel spear and nails, And crowned the Christ with thorn; The spear was broke in twain, By Christ Who rose again. 41 Up, mortals! life is yours, The prize is yours to win; For Christ hath vanquished by His might The power of death and sin; For sin and death were slain, By Christ Who rose again. To Thee, O Christ, be praise, Whose power decayeth never; To Father, and to Holy Ghost, Be laud and glory ever; For death by Christ was slain, Who died to live again. Languages: English

Hail, rising morn! for He hath risen

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #41 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Hail, rising morn! for He hath risen; Hail light that gilds the eastern skies; For, from the bonds of darkest prison, Thy first beams saw the Christ arise. O merciful and gracious One! The gates of hades Thou has rent; And by Thy rising, Christ the Son, The souls were freed in bondage pent. To-day the lips of Adam sing, Eve hails the Christ of mankind born; And patriarchs and prophets bring Their hymns to greet the wondrous morn. 42 And Thine the glory, Thine the power, By glowing hearts in praise expressed; For Thine the triumph of this hour By which the sons of men are blessed. Languages: English

Crown the Lord of glory

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #42 (1920) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5 Lyrics: Crown the Lord of glory, Angels, crown your King; Saints, whose souls He ransomed, Bring your offering; Let no voice be silent, Laud and honour bring. Crown the Lord of glory,-- Once He dwelt below, Bore the cross of sorrow, Drank the cup of woe; Now He reigns triumphant, Let your praises flow. Crown the Lord of glory;-- On the earth He wore Purple robe that mocked Him, Thorns His brow that tore; Now His griefs are ended, Praise Him evermore. Crown the Lord of glory, For His work is done; 43 Crown the King of angels, God's eternal Son; In my life enthroned Be Thy reign begun. Languages: English

Hail the morn, with gladness crowned

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #43a (1920) Meter: 7.8.7.8 Lyrics: Hail the morn, with gladness crowned; Morn of morns, O glad and glorious! When the Lord of Life, renowned, Brake the bands of death, victorious. Hades gazed in dread surprise As the light the darkness sundered, Prisoners raised their weary eyes Lit with hope, and mutely wondered. Wounded was the Victor's brow, Where the cruel thorns distressed it; But the conqueror's laurel now, Winding, on His forehead rested. Hail! The Man from death arisen; Hail! The Christ a victor glorious, Thou hast broken hades' prison, Jesus, Son of Man, victorious. Languages: English

Light more glorious than the sun

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #43b (1920) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Light more glorious than the sun Dawns upon our fearful night, 44 And the longed-for day begun, Pours its everlasting light; Christ is risen, with gladness then Hail His rising, sons of men. Women came at early gloom, Sad at heart, and full of fears, Bearing to the dismal tomb, Spices, mingled with their tears; "Wherefore weep?" the angel said, "Christ is risen from the dead." Lone disciples all amazed Sought the place where He had lain, And they knew not as they gazed, That their Lord had risen again Mortals, hail the day begun, Christ hath risen, our glorious Sun. Mortals, lo! the Christ hath risen, God-man He, and Lord of life; Broken now is hades' prison, Sin is wounded in the strife; Lo, we hail Thy rising, now, Christ, the King immortal, Thou. Languages: English

At early dawn, with pious thought

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #44 (1920) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: At early dawn, with pious thought, The holy women spices brought,-- For Christ their Lord, was dead;-- 45 But lo! the stone was rolled away: "Where are the seals?" they wondering say, "The guard, where He was laid?" "Why with your ointments mix your tears? Why all this sighing, and these fears?" An angel near declares: There lies the stone that barred the tomb: No longer now its solemn gloom Your Lord and Master shares. "Haste, haste, with joy the tidings tell, The Lord hath vanquished death and hell, For He, the death of death, Hath burst asunder hades' prison, And, first-born from the dead hath risen, Even as afore He saith." Honour to Thee, O Christ, we bring; Thy glorious rising now we sing, Victorious is Thy strife; Our Hope, our Trust,--on Thee we call,-- Our Joy, our Strength, our God, our All, And our Immortal Life. Languages: English

Glorious to our watching eyes

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #45 (1920) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Glorious to our watching eyes, On the blessed first of days, See the radiant sun arise, Clad in glowing garb of praise; And the angel's words have given Hope to earth, and joy to heaven. 46 Ah, the darkness of the night; Ah, the sighing, and the pain; But the Rising of the Light, Bids us dry our tears again; For our Light, ascending brings Joy and healing in His wings. He is risen, even as He said,-- Great the joy the vision gives; Tell the soul to gladness dead, That the Lord Immortal lives; And the dead to hope shall spring Heavenward, as on tireless wing. Languages: English

Hail the Resurrection day

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #46 (1920) Meter: 7.8.7.8 Lyrics: Hail the Resurrection day, Let the people shout for gladness; 'Tis a Passover of joy, Therefore banish every sadness; For, from death to endless life, Christ our Lord His people bringeth; As from earth to heaven we rise, Each his song of triumph singeth. From our eyes the veil remove, That we may, in light transcending, 47 See the Risen Lord of Life, Life to all in grace extending; Let our ears His voice perceive-- To its accents kind attending We would hear "All hail" and sing, Every voice in gladness blending. Let the heavens above rejoice, Earth unite with heaven in praising; All the world, and all therein, Join in triumph, heavenward raising All things visible unite With invisible in singing, For the Christ is risen indeed, Everlasting gladness bringing. Languages: English